You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
LOL... you are old now and it shows... but dont worry young hos love old dudes just not in public... and not for free...LOLmackdaddy27 said:went to get a mcdonalds sandwich and the lady at the window said , here you go , sir
my jaw dropped and just stared at her back as if to say , come back ehre ,what the fcck did you say
and then I was about to do a favre move from Supertrooper and jump trhough the windows to kick that persons ass ...if it was a joke
went to talk to a hb 6.5 as she was walking out, but as soon as opened with where is this store, she said " no sir, its not on this floor" shes not even an employee..
wtf ? should I start fcck buying gray hairs for men coverup and start talking my doctor about viagra..
I am only 27 , all my life I have never been called sir. I swear to good i m going to lay as many as i can before I turn 28
MacAvoy said:Question for you Beavis.
Do you find taking such a negative view helps your situation? I'm not disagreeing with what you say but I don't see the point in looking for a negative in every situation.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
A negative social side effect of excessive competition brought on by excessive capitalism.MacAvoy said:This is one of the small things that is wrong with this world. People have forgotten about respect and manners.
Maybe it had nothing to do with you? Perhaps they refer to all non-teenage men as "sir" when doing their jobs.mackdaddy27 said:went to get a mcdonalds sandwich and the lady at the window said , here you go , sir
my jaw dropped and just stared at her back as if to say , come back ehre ,what the fcck did you say
and then I was about to do a favre move from Supertrooper and jump trhough the windows to kick that persons ass ...if it was a joke
went to talk to a hb 6.5 as she was walking out, but as soon as opened with where is this store, she said " no sir, its not on this floor" shes not even an employee..
wtf ? should I start fcck buying gray hairs for men coverup and start talking my doctor about viagra..
I am only 27 , all my life I have never been called sir. I swear to good i m going to lay as many as i can before I turn 28
Thats entirely the point of my thread. I don't need morals to be a good person or to have a positive outlook on life. I don't see anything cynical about it.PrinceBeavis said:Interesting accusation coming from the guy who asked why we need morals.
That seems quite cynical to me..
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.